I wrapped my arms around my stomach feeling self-conscious.
"Hey there, beautiful." Tom's deep voice said from behind me, it warmed through me like thick honey in hot tea, "I brought us some -" I turned to face him, the move cut him off. My pulse quickened as I took in his bare chest. Riddled with deeply pigmented ink, the stunning black trapped me in a maze that I'd never get out of.
"Mila?" He sounded so surprised that I stumbled back a step, my calf hitting the lounger. "f**k. I thought you were a prostitute."
I wrapped my arms tighter around my torso. Embarrassment had left, mortified barely began to cover how I felt, "Thanks" I barked. Where was Jared? He would save me from this torture. I glanced at the drinks in his hands. Two beers. "You pay for prostitutes with cheap beer?" I d
